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You want to know me? Me? Why me? What is it about me that suggests that I be,
I am worth your time and or attention?
What about me screams that I should slightly, or at the very least bit
interest you to the point in which you pay attention to me for
in the most minuscule of a second?
Why do you care to know me? What is it you want to know?
Is it my deranged, psychopathic mind that obsesses over
mine own death, or perhaps the fact that I daydream of bodies,
millions and millions of bodies decaying and burning the flesh of their impurities
away by the black flames of corruption?
Maybe perhaps it's the insane notion that I have a disease, yes
a mental infliction, none of which you can contract yourself, but one of which
affects you in the very slightest..
Don't worry I don't bite. I only chew.
I ground my teeth into your soul, into your mind..
I try to guess and assume the answers before you yourself can conjure up
a stupid, yet ridiculous excuse.
I like to mind ******** you. Play with your emotions, toy with your hearts and souls
and do as I please with them.
Why you ask?
Why is it that I am so cruel, so conceded, so self asorbed with my pain and
self infliction that I dont seem to drone on and on about something else?
Perhaps it is because I want you to understand.
Understand what? Understand me.
Understand and know the pain I've been through, know what it
feels like to have your heart impaled again and again until your beyond the
very brink of death itself. I want you to know
what it's like to have your mind fried by your own emotions, to grasp
reality by it's hellish chains and know that you, you as
a person do not control your emotions, your thoughts, your ideals, your beliefs...
Nor do I.
I don't have answers, I don't have solutions.
I don't know everything, nor do I know anything.
I know what that of which is of what I know. I know not of me,
nor do I know of you..
So I ask again, why is that you wish to know me?
Why is it that you intend to fascinate yourself upon mine exist just you
can get away from yourself?
To tease or to please yourself with my presence?
I'm here not for your entertainment, for I know not my true purpose.
I know not of me, nor what of me.
Yet I know of this...
You may know me, and I know not me, but trust me when I say,
you don't know, you won't know a goddamn thing...
 UnLukii · Sat Apr 10, 2010 @ 06:51am · 0 Comments |
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